The Dark Night

Winter's night in London.

I was comfortably tucked under the sheets in a bed fit for a princess.

Rachel, my host who had so kindly given up her bed for me, was at the door.

She entered the room and picked up a stone on the shelf.

This is a piece of a lighthouse in Italy, said to be one of the most haunted places in the world. In one instance, the lighthouse keeper murdered his wife and kid and hacked them to bits.

Rachel gently placed the stone back on the shelf.

Well, goodnight.

She switched off the lights and left, closing the door behind her.

I used to think she was an angel.

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Today she sent me a link to a picture of the lighthouse.